The Canadian boy who saved my life

Day with Justin

Justin POV:
It was Saturday morning around 8:00 am. I got out of bed and decided to take a shower. Once I had finished my shower I got dressed in to a white top, and basketball shorts with my white supra trainers. I let my hair be styled natural today.

I walked down stairs and opened the fridge, I got some orange juice from he fridge. I heard my stomach growling so I decided to make breakfast, toast and strawberry jam on it. I made breakfast for Stacey as well because she stayed at my house last night, I could not let her go home to the family she has they are horrible, and I have a duty to keep her safe from trouble.
I placed the food and drink on my kitchen table and sat down to eat.

3 minutes later:

Stacey walked down the stairs wearing, grey purpose tour sweatpants, and one of my shirts. She looks hot in my clothes I though. Her hair was in a messy bun.

"Hey!" I said to her with a smile, then taking a bite of my toast.
"Morning Justin, what's this?" She said while looking at the breakfast I made.
"Erm.. well I made us... I mean... you.. breakfast? If you don't like it I completely understand, you don't have to eat..." she cut me off by saying.
"Thanks Justin, and it's fine."

She sat down next to me and began to eat.

"So how are you today?" I asked Stacey.
"Well I'm okay, how about you?"
"Yeah I'm great thanks for asking, so listen wanna maybe... you know... hang out today?... with me?" I asked unsure of her reply.
"Of course I do!" She screamed.
"Sorry for shouting." She said quickly while blushing.
"Haha it's alright I'm used to it."
"Used to what?" She asked.
"You know, girls attention and screaming at me."
"Listen Justin I am not like most girls, I screamed because I never thought you would ask someone like me, I'm worthless and ugly, you hang out with pretty and people who are famous, I don't compare to them! And I never will! But it's fine go and get attention from all of them sluts! Because I'm not good enough for you!" She screamed and walked out.

I did not mean it like that, I meant my fans not the girls I hang out with. And she is not worthless or ugly she is beautiful, and I know she has low self- esteem so I'm gonna make sure I boost that confidence.

Stacey POV:
Who the fuck does he think he is?! Fucking prick, I'm not his little hoe I'm a belieber!
I ain't talking to him until he apologises.

I went to Justin's room and sat on his bed, just thinking about life. Justin did not say that I was worthy or pretty while I was saying those things, he must agree with me. So Justin don't want me around, well I know I made him a promise not to cut but fuck him! He just called me an attention seeking whore basically!

I ran to Justin's bathroom and looked in all the cabinets for something sharp, at last I found what I was looking for.

I cut my right arm,
"1, for my shit life!" I said.
"2 for the mother fucker downstairs!" I screamed.
I carried on until my whole arm was covered in blood. Even then I did not stop.

Justin POV:
I'm such and idiot I have to apologise.

I ran to my room and went inside she was not here, the next thing I hear I scream from the bathroom and I ran inside. Stacey was cutting again, I told her not to. Was it because of me? Shit!

I ran to her and grabbed the razor from her hand and chucked it out the window. She was crying and shaking, I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, she fought it for a while but she gave up  eventually.
"I'm sorry" I whispered and kissed her forehead.

5 minutes later:

I grabbed the first aid kit and cleaned up her cuts and bandaged them up.

Me and Stacey walked back to my bedroom, Stacey laid on my bed, while I put my Believe movie on. I cuddled up next to her to comfort her to make her feel safe.

Then I suddenly got this feeling, like I loved her, I can not even describe it, I think I'm falling for her! I love her more than I did Selena!

Stacey POV:
While I was cuddling Justin I felt safe, safer than I ever had in my life, I loved him because he was my idol, but I started to question could it be more than that? Like I really, really loved him? I think... I think... I love him, like really love him! Does he feel the same way?